Chapter 334
Chapter 334 Episode 041 Hutchinson Begs Not to Tease (1)
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The gun firing the bullets was equipped with a silencer. In this noisy crowd, the only sound it made was obscured, leaving only the echo of the missed shot hitting the ground, flicking shards of the cobblestone up onto the bystanders, stinging their skin painfully.
The panicking robber who rushed over stumbled over Flossie Wright’s seemingly unintentional step and fell face-first onto the ground, the knife and bag in his hand clattering onto the pavement far away.
Just as the robber was about to stand up and hurl nasty words at Flossie, he noticed the shards bouncing next to him. A quick glance to his side revealed a bullet lodged in the ground, under the sudden light of a nearby street lamp, it radiated a chilling sense of threat.
Unexpectedly, he shuddered, realizing that he had narrowly escaped death, he was so frightened that his body went limp, and he was unable to get up.
Darkness seemed to descend suddenly, blanketing the whole city. The only lights were those illuminating the streets, propping up the city’s brilliance.
The red light pointed at his forehead.
"I am hanging up now."
She calmly said to her mother on the other end of the phone, Flossie took a few casual steps forward and then hung up the call.
At the same time, Flossie raised her cool eyes, tranquilly followed the path of the red light streaking toward her. Her calm demeanor suggested that no one could take her life unless she willed it—she appeared unfazed, even under the threat of death.
The rooftop of the building across was well-concealed, but the reflection of the last ray of sunset exposed it thoroughly. Of course, the man on the rooftop was unlucky enough to encounter Flossie.
At the very moment she looked up, her invisible killing intent transformed into an ice-cold glow. Even from a kilometer away, it clearly transmitted fear, causing the red light to tremble slightly.
A moment later, the red light vanished entirely.
Quite coincidentally, by this time, many people had noticed this seemingly ordinary robbery. Many indignant citizens crowded around, and the woman whose bag was stolen also nervously approached, completely disregarding the robber’s situation, she hurriedly retrieved her stolen bag.
However, before a look of relief and fear could cross her face, another hand reached out into her field of vision, directly seizing the expensive-looking bag she held. She instinctively tried to tighten her grip, but before her fingers could exert strength, a gentle pull from the opposite side easily took her bag away.
She looked up startled, only to meet Flossie’s dark eyes, an unknown feeling of dread spread inexplicably in her heart. It took her a moment to realize her bag was again stolen!
"Why did you steal my bag?!"
Noticing the crowd growing around them, the woman suddenly gained courage. The fear she felt towards Flossie vanished, and she bravely pulled the crowd around her, questioning Flossie confidently.
Despite her inner guilt, she acted as if she was in the right.
The rest of the crowd began to call the police, gradually shifting their focus from the robber to the situation in front of them. Many had seen Flossie intervene during the robbery and were at a loss of seeing her taken the bag from the owner. They were confused by the complex situation.
Flossie weighed the bag, casually glanced at the woman, and a hint of interest crept into her cold eyes.
This bag was indeed worth a good deal of money.
— End of Chapter 334 —